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Happy April! The birds are chirping. The sun is staying out later. And it’s snowed, it’s rained, and it’s been 50 and sunny…all in the past week. Welcome to springtime in Chicago! With the arrival of spring (and the other three seasons that also sporadically burst onto the scene), I thought it was finally fitting … [Read more…]

There’s an incredible amount of pressure to transform yourself at the start of a new year. Or at least develop a plan to launch the transformation process. You know what, friends? I don’t have that kind of plan. In fact, I find the whole idea of having to create a new me overwhelming and, quite … [Read more…]

OK, OK. It’s not technically the end of the quarter. But I’m on winter break, so I don’t really know what day, what week, or what year it is. Plus, everyone and their uncle blogger buddy is posting 2018 recaps. Since I don’t set yearly goals (mostly because I’m probably the world’s worst goal setter … [Read more…]

I love words. It’s sometimes weird electing to spend all of my virtual free time in a world that values numbers when it is really words that speak to me. But when I look back at my progress this year, I have a confession to make: The numbers make a difference. I used to be … [Read more…]

There’s perennial talk about the importance of goal setting in personal finance. SMART goals, checklists, apps abound. All of these posts and tools are designed to set people up for success. Looking ahead, though, I am not just interested in success. I’m looking to fail. Here’s why: Looking to Fail There’s real bravery and power … [Read more…]

Happy 2013, everybody! OK, fine. I know what year it really is, but it turns out that for me, it’s also the year of the Fitbit. That’s right. My plan to pay for my health paid off. For 28 days in a row, I met my step goal. Put it another way, I recorded over … [Read more…]

Move over, 1999. We are going to party like it’s 2013. Or 2014. Or whenever it was that most of the world bought their Fitbits. We might also have to redefine the word party. It’s more like eating financial crow. Here goes nothing.